Summary: “Dear Mack, I write letters to the people I love and keep them in a box under my bed.” Or: Will write letters to people he loves. Over the span of three letters he figures out how he loves Mack. And then Mack finds out about the letters.

various cod characters x reader [AO3]

a collection of cod characters and the various kisses they share with you. you may make requests for this drabble series for both kisses/scenarios and for the characters involved.

cw: some are slightly suggestive. otherwise, no warnings as of right now.

modern warfare

poly!141 x fae!reader [AO3]

summary: Life has always been a series of masks and facades. Born of one people but willingly traded to another to become something you could never truly be, you have lived a lie that never ends. Now, you become a new bargaining chip in a political war lasting centuries. Shipped off to a foreign kingdom, you are expected to now play the part of a king's counterpart. Except, just as you have never been what you seem, John Price and the men of his court also seem to carry something beneath the surface.

cw: will be updated as the series goes on

original concept chapter one chapter two

anyways NOT THE POINT OF MY RAMBLE

but i think johnny comes from a big catholic family and is very much a big family kinda guy. most fanon agrees with me. well i love the idea of his family adopting you and all that when you start dating him and it gets serious but also?? what if you also come from a big family?? johnny also getting adopted by your family without hesitation. can you just imagine the chaos of that sort of blending?? because i love that.

this is absolutely self projecting because my family is fucking big and weird and complicated but in the way that large families are. big family events on one side becomes bigger because both yours and johnny's family are invited, extended and all. family reunions, birthday parties, weddings. you don't even know if aunt sally is your aunt or just a family friend or what but she's coming to johnny's cousin's wedding. you are best friends with his sisters, your uncle bonds over all the weird shit that happens in the military, and both sets of parents are begging for the two of you to fucking get married already please and thank you.

i just like big families. johnny also loves big families.

You’re not entirely sure how you ended up here. 

It had started out as most nights do following a return home from a long op. Since none of the team really had much to return home to, besides Kyle, everyone got together to decompress at a local bar off base. It was a dingy place, one that a lot of soldiers went to. Almost felt like a second home at this point.

Now usually, it was an easy night. Some drinks were shared, stories told, and any attempt was made to forget the horrors left behind in the field. However, something had been off the entire night.

Well, more specifically, Johnny had been off the entire night. He was more sullen, quieter and to himself. Every so often he might throw out a quip, but he seemed trapped in his own thoughts. Every so often he’d send a glance your way, you noticed. Once he’d meet your gaze, his eyes would dart away, as though he had been caught doing something he shouldn’t.

However, you didn’t really say much at the time, not sure this was really the place to interrogate your teammate. You tried to enjoy your drinks at least, chatting away with Kyle about his plans to surprise his partner. Yet, your eyes always ended up on Johnny, concern eating at your insides.

Once the team returned to base, you finally confronted Johnny. You stopped him in front of his room and softly asked, “You alright?” His soft blues met your gaze, his expression twisted with some unspoken thought or emotion. 

That was how you found yourself stumbling into his room, lips clashing with his in a desperate hunger. The taste of whiskey was on his tongue, probably what was fueling this impulsive and emotional moment. Yet, you couldn’t find it in yourself to really care as Johnny gently herded you into the safety of his quarters. 

Sharp inhales and gentle moans escaped the two of you as passion took over. Johnny’s hand gripped to your hips, tugging you close to him. It was almost like he was afraid you might disappear if he lost even a moment of your touch against him. 

Eventually, a moment of clarity struck and you pulled away. You opened your eyes and took in the sight of the handsome Scot panting softly. His eyes were gazing down at you with a turbulent storm of emotions present in them. Finally, he opened his mouth and found words.

“When you stopped respondin’ on comms,” he started with a slight quiver to his voice. “I thought…” he swallowed, his gaze staring at you with such intensity. “I thought the worst.” 

There was a moment of silence as you took in his words. “Johnny,” you whispered.

He shook his head. “I realized then and there that I couldn’t lose ya,” his tone was firm. “Not without ya known’ that I fuckin’ love ya.” The sincerity of his declaration hit you like a freight train. 

You inhaled sharply and your eyes widened, freezing up entirely as you processed this. The reality that Johnny had somehow fallen in love with you during your time together seemed particularly impossible. Yet somehow, here you were. Words were beyond you, though it seemed. How does one respond to something so brutally honest and vulnerable? Especially when you hadn’t given yourself a chance to ponder that maybe you could have Johnny in the ways you desperately wanted. Although, the alcohol in your system did not help.

Instead, you tightly wrap your hands around the collar of his shirt. You then yanked, bringing him to you. Passionately, you kissed him again. This time, it was in an attempt to convey the feelings you could never speak of. Your lips mashed against his with an aching affection. There wasn’t a moment of hesitation before you felt him return the kiss. 

As you two clung to each other, seeking solace in feelings that had gone unspoken for a long time, a silent desperation was found. Love had blossomed among the death and destruction that was your life. One that both of you are scared to pursue, but even more terrified to lose.

It wasn’t the blinding rays of sun that peaked through the curtains that woke you from sleep, but rather the soft, feather light sensation of lips upon your cheek. You let out a low groan as your weary, heavy body slowly roused. Your eyes blinked open, trying to shake the drowsiness away. 

Quickly you realized that the large and defined figure of your lover was wrapped around you, holding tightly to you. As you focused on the world, you were greeted with the lovely sight of a sleepy Kyle smiling lazily down at you. 

“Mornin’,” he greeted, his words tinged with morning voice. 

You returned his smile, blinking slowly at him. “Good morning,” you mused before yawning. This earned you another kiss on the cheek. Then one on your nose. Another on your forehead. You giggled in response.

“You’re cute,” Kyle teased, his alluring dark brown eyes taking the moment to admire you in all your wonderful beauty. In the glow of morning light, sleep still clinging to your bones, showered in the serenity he so desperately fought for. Seeing you as you are, he remembers exactly why he carries a gun and burden. Your happiness, your love, your smile. He fights for you. 

You lean up and place a gentle kiss on his lips. “You’re handsome,” you shoot back with a sluggish grin. Then you tucked your head into his chest and closed your eyes. “We don’t have any plans today, right?” You asked, knowing the answer but seeking to subtly indicate exactly what you wanted. 

“Don’t think so, sweetheart,” Kyle responded with a steady hum. He gently placed his chin upon the top of your head and closed his own eyes.

“Good,” you stated. “I think we deserve a lazy day,” you told him. This earned a sigh of contentment from your boyfriend.

“I believe that can be arranged,” he chuckled. Then his arms tightened a little more around you, his legs shifting to tangle with yours even more intricately. Silence fell over you two, aside from the soft breaths you let out. 

For a moment, you simply basked in the existence of each other. The warmth that you two shared between your bodies, the love that was expressed in the gentle ways you clung to one another. There was a peace that existed here. No one else existed besides the two of you, not when your arms were wrapped around one another. It was in this that every hardship, every struggle, every pain that you went through became worth it. 

You two got to be together, happy and content. 

Eventually, you let out a deep sigh and opened your eyes. You then shifted to look up at Kyle again, taking in the beautiful sight of the absolutely stunning man you were utterly devoted to. 

No words needed to be spoken as Kyle opened his eyes to look at you in return. Then, slowly, you two brought your lips together. It wasn’t a passionate or strenuous kiss. It was lazy, neither of you having the energy to get heated. Instead, it was simple, gentle. Your lips moved together with no real intention besides to physically express your admiration. 

Eventually, Kyle pulled away to look at you again. “I love you,” he whispered. 

“I love you too,” you replied without a moment of hesitation. 

There was a moment where you two just stared, taking in the sight of each other. Then Kyle spoke. “Your breath smells by the way.”

“Fuck you.”

But, hear me out.

Imagine the first time he lets you touch him. Nothing to prevent skin to skin contact or anything. It’s almost a profound moment, a show of just how important you have become to him. God, maybe it even happens during an insignificant moment but you notice and it warms you heart that this man, this broken and scarred man, was willing to let you in. 

That is just beautiful to me.

"Johnnnnnnn," you called out, dragging out the final consonant of his name with a bit of a playful whine. You peered at the man in question from the stiff couch in his office, draped across it in a rather dramatic fashion. You were utterly bored. 

John was hunched over his desk, his eyes glued to lines of text on a paper. He let out a soft grunt of acknowledgement, but spared you little else. His attention was entirely devoted to the paperwork he’d been working away at for what you’d claim as hours. Truly, it had been maybe two at most. However, John had proven he was not all that entertaining when doing post-op report reviews. 

As you stared, telepathically willing him to take those beautiful blue eyes you loved so much and turn them towards you, a rather mischievous thought crossed your mind. Slowly, you eased your body from your laid out position and began to make steady moves towards the Captain. He was unaware of his surroundings, lulled into a false sense of security thinking you’d continue to remain passive in his presence.

How wrong he was.

Like a predator stalking their prey, you moved with practiced precision. A wicked smirk pulled at your lips as you closed the distance between you and your partner. John remained oblivious until it was far too late.

Suddenly, you were draped along his shoulders, your body pushing down onto him with a heavy indignation at being ignored. Your chin came to rest on his shoulder as he let out another grunt, this time in mild surprise and irritation. 

Before John could open his mouth to ask a question, he tensed and froze as the feeling of your slightly chapped, but incredibly soft lips planted themselves on his jawline. This sensation became a succession of gentle and faint kisses that traced along his jaw and cheeks. Teases of affections and promises of what could be. You would not be forgotten like this. You would ensure that. 

You left simple pecks upon his flesh, making sure they would serve only to entice the man into folding to your desires. There was no attempt to leave him satisfied with these motions, but rather the goal was to incite a need for more of you.

“What are you doin’, love?” He huffed, his tone a clear mix of exasperation and amusement. He quickly collected himself after the surprise of your initial onslaught of affection, and glanced at you out of the corner of his eyes.

You laughed gently under your breath and continued to place small kisses along his jaw, enjoying the scratch of his facial hair against your skin as you moved. “Making sure you pay attention to me,” you replied easily.

This earned a roll of the eyes as John attempted to focus back on his paperwork. “I told you, I need to get this stuff done,” he chastised you, no real heat to those words.

“But John,” you mused, pausing to plant a kiss on his neck. “Why would you wanna do paperwork when you could be doing me instead?”

You were an absolutely awful distraction, John noted to himself. Whatever ounce of restraint he had managed to hold onto in this moment began to dissolve at those taunting words. 

“You absolute minx,” he chuffed, followed by the sounds of victory as the papers hit the desk.